and why, and for her what, and for me who, and for them why, and for for, okay, it is, it lives, it tends, it cracks, it dies, risky choices, patience and excitement and then the calm of old age, we are stuck at home, it does not do anything interesting, we watch TV all day, sleep all the time, hope is gone, we are old, life goes so fast, you do not understand me having to always go in this direction, could we not occasionally go in the other direction, just to check a point that is passed to the door of the mémoir fluctuating, I hide, I no longer hide, I hide, I'll remember the time when I'm paying attention to what I was doing well to remember, but in the meantime I had a strong emotion when I realized that I was still alive, so I have forgotten what I did before, and could not find it, it is hidden, it is said that aging is remembered from his childhood, it means I'm not old, it makes me feel good, life is beautiful, still, it's good, it's great, how can I do it, it's a question I ask myself often, how I get there, by what strange process, what magic benefactor, it pushes me to go, but I know that one day it will stop, so I try to prepare myself to put me in position not paying attention, it's disturbing, it's my life, I advance slowly, one day at a time, a moment in the middle of salads, vinaigrette sauce on the shirt, I can not continue as before, it is a horrible feeling, I thought we could be simple, but things get complicated,